I had a backhoe to bury a horse years ago. When the small Shetland pony died, I had a shovel. Neither was a pleasant task, and during the task, I wondered what insanity invaded my mind to take on the job of feeding a large animal I would never think of eating.
Worse is having to get a backhoe because the animal you thought of eating died of causes that tainted the meat. One thing to dig a hole for the carcass and guts, another to spend all that money and time feeding a meat animal to have it go to waste.
I had a backhoe to bury a horse years ago. When the small Shetland pony died, I had a shovel. Neither was a pleasant task, and during the task, I wondered what insanity invaded my mind to take on the job of feeding a large animal I would never think of eating.
ReplyDeleteWorse is having to get a backhoe because the animal you thought of eating died of causes that tainted the meat. One thing to dig a hole for the carcass and guts, another to spend all that money and time feeding a meat animal to have it go to waste.
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